Part 16 - Hot pursuit
"Zadastha's cloak," Eilieen mildly blasphemes. "Worry about odds when we find them - plans change, Sir Arkan, based on circumstance." She pauses. "And Aarnr," the priestess finishes with a small shrug. "Best we decide upon such things upon viewing our opponents."
A sidelong glance at Colwyn follows, along with an arched eyebrow. "But Colwyn, it is yourself upon whom we depend, here, to anticipate such eye-piercing arrows, or sense the presence of our enemies before they loose their ambush upon us. Your eyes, keen as a hawk's...your nose, sharp as a wolf's...your ears, cunning as a bunny's. Let nothing slip by you!" she exhorts with a broad smile.
A pause, then she continues. "Also, your camp idea seems much more likely than my own," the priestess sighs.